James Lileks

Doesn't really talk about much today, but I think some of the writing is noteworthy:

I wonder if George Lucas knows he can never really set foot in public anymore for fear he’ll be stomped into goiter paste?

I amused myself by watching this fellow lope around the court, showing everyone his mad basketball skillz. He spun the ball on his finger. Palmed it, rolled it behind his back, all while talking on his cell phone. And then he’d shoot.

Didn’t make a single shot. Not one. Bricks. The rim was begging for mercy. Of course, I can’t shoot basketball either; never could. But I don’t walk around the court acting like an Edgar-Winterized Meadowlark Lemon, either.